"Come on, Beca. Test me. I really, REALLY have to pass Russian Lit this time." Chloe tossed the book she was reading from, across to the diminuitive brunette.

"But I don't know any Russian, unless it involves Vodka."

"You don't need to know any Russian, dummy – just read the questions – they're in English.

"Dummy? Who are you calling dummy? Weirdo. Beca smirked as she caught the book. "You're the one who failed this course 3 times, thicko!"

She yelped as the pillow crashed against her head as Chloe hung her mouth open in shock surprise. "Take that back Mitchell." The redhead grinned as she whacked the brunette again with her pillow."

"Oh, we're really doing this?" Beca rolled her eyes with a smirk as she picked up another pillow. "You're going down, Beale."

Chloe squealed as Beca started her bedding barrage, hitting her again and again as Chloe attempted to get back into the fight.

"Argh! Cheating!" Beca giggled (giggled – what the?) as Chloe reached out a hand to grab at the brunette's ribs. The barrage abated as Beca squirmed under the redhead's tickle assault. Chloe took advantage of the let up to push Beca on to her back on the bed. "All's fair in love and war, Mitchell," she said through a look that had Beca's mind in a whirl. She continued to tickle and tickle - the brunette wriggling and squirming underneath her, trying to tickle back, but now Chloe had her hands pinned down at either side of her head, both girls panting and giggling. "I give in, I give in!"

The redhead pressed down on Beca's hands, pinning her tighter as she bent down towards her. "Do you?" She whispered, her voice dropping a seductive octave and her face pressing closer, their noses almost touching. "Do you?" Chloe closed her eyes, and with it, the gap between their mouths and kissed Beca softly on her lips. Oh god, she'd been waiting for this for…

"Dude! What the fuck?!"

Beca pushed back hard, wriggling out from underneath the stunned redhead and scuttling for the door.

"Jesus, Chloe!" She tore the door open and burst through it, almost sending Jessica flying as the unfortunate blonde was passing by, and sprinted up the stairs to her shared attic room.

Chloe heard Beca's door slam shut and lay back on her now-ruffled post-pillow fight bed, tears pooling in her cerulean blue eyes, a gentle sob escaping from her delicate pink lips as she clutched her pillow tight…

A/N - Phew - that could have so easily gone the other way. Who wants to see what happens next?